the life and musings of a kinky slut
~ Thu Dec 30th ~ I don’t want to fuck my best friend. We have been friends for literally half of our lives. We have each gone through a lot of shit, both together and separately. I value having him in my life. We have this loose maybe promise that if neither of us is […]
~ A conversation with myself while driving in the car ~ Who takes the bus on Christmas? Actually, you don’t know if he was waiting for the bus. He could’ve just been sitting on that bench, needing a time out from his family, or his partner. Or just some air. You don’t know why he […]
Subtitle: Poetic is being emo again. I first felt it when she flung her glasses open before putting them on like two weeks ago. It was just something in the dorkiness mixed with snark that was just… Yup, I have a crush again. It’s been such a long time since I’ve had a new crush. […]
When I first griped his dick, I knew the sex would be good. His dick looked average when he sent me short videos of him jacking off over Instagram. Still, he drove nearly an hour and a half just to come see me. I was going to fuck him, no matter how tired I was […]
I want it. I. Want. It. I’m on three different dating apps swiping right on so many people because I want their time, their dick, and their attention. I will text previous hookups just for their replies and some possible sexy conversation because I like the attention. Each interaction, each picture or message, is a […]
My new job is hard. Like dumb hard. Like, you don’t realize how difficult it’s going to be as an intern until you are crying in the bathroom after your shift sobbing, “I will get better at this. I will get better at this.” And yet, it happened once during my first rotation. At least […]
~a whimsical poem~ I fuck on the blanket you gave me. I sleep under it naked, too. It’s super comfy; I’m surprised you gave it up so easily. Tossed it to me like it was nothing. You were moving. We all were. I guess it was lost in the shuffle of your new life. I […]
“To be frank, I can’t make anymore promises regarding our sessions…Will you promise to at the very least keep in touch?”“Yes, we can keep in touch…”“…I will also say I’m a little salty you didn’t write about our last session…God, the sexist thing about you is how you maneuver the English language…” I didn’t know […]
(Originally this blog was going to be titled Rotation Stagnation, but those early morning Sunday texts keep coming through for me.) Bacon and I have been trying to meetup for maybe a year. Schedules conflicted and limited availability made it take so long. But Twitter, timing, and proximity finally paid off. He tweeted he was […]
Gent wants us to be better friends to each other. Gent values the ten years we’ve been a part of each other’s lives more than his current new relationship. Gent won’t date me. The power imbalance between us, his knowing how much I want to please him, doesn’t sit right with him. He thinks we […]